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(s. cooke/c. cooke) |
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Ho ha ho ha |
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I hear someon sayin' |
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Ho ha ho ha |
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Ho ha ho ha |
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Well don't you know |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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All day long they're saying |
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Ho ha ho ha |
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Ho ha ho ha |
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Well don't you know |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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All day long they work so hard |
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'till the sun is going down, down |
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Workin' on the highways and byways and wearing |
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Wearing a frown |
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You hear them moaning |
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Their lives away |
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Then you hear somebody say |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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They're saying... |
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I'm going home one of these days |
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I'm going home |
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See my woman whom i love so dear |
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Mean while |
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I have to work right here |
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Well don't you know |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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That's the sound of the men |
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Workin' on the chain gang |
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All they long they're saying... |
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My, my, my work is so hard |
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Give me water |
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I'm thirsty |
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My work is so hard |
